Chapter 257 Autumn Limited: The Battle is Approaching
"What the princess said is true. Emperor Taizu is amazingly talented and beautiful. Why did the two factions that suppressed him back then surrender and surrender? Most of the world can't compete with him."
The old man in plain robes driving the car looked respectful, and sighed: "Unfortunately, it is no longer the past. Just talking about this Buddhist and Taoist fight, there has been no royal family participation for many years. On the contrary, the Martial Emperor City lineage, Ready to move."
When Xu Junling heard the words "Wudi City", his expression changed slightly, and he said softly: "Master Lu is saying that Chai... is going to challenge the winners of the two factions?"
The person she mentioned was someone she met by chance on the way to Beijing a few days ago.
He is one of the direct disciples of Wu Xiankui, who is almost the only one in the world who has entered the realm of "celestial beings" purely through "martial arts".
It's called "Chai Keqiao".
The old man in plain robes recognized the other party's identity and was extremely alert at that time.
But the martial artist named Chai was quite polite. Since both parties were going to Beijing, Xu Junling politely invited him to go with him.
The man refused and said he would go on foot.
As a result, several days passed.
The convoy of Huainan Prince's Mansion riding in a carriage was stunned but failed to throw the young warrior away.
The old man in plain robe is quite envious of this kind of foot strength.
"Haha, it's hard to say. But the disciples of Emperor Wu City have always had the tradition of traveling around the world to find strong people to compete with, which is called 'travelling'.
This person came to Beijing at this time, even if his purpose was not to fight Buddhism and Taoism, he would definitely cause trouble. Master Lu said.
Xu Junling, who has a sweet face and a ladylike temperament, nodded gently.
Although she was curious about the struggles of practitioners, that was the extent of her curiosity and she didn't really care.
This time I came to Beijing for another purpose.
At this moment, Xu Junling unfolded the scroll in his hand. What was written on this so-called scroll was information worthy of attention in the capital.
"Zhao Duan... Well, among all the information that my father prepared for me, this person's name appears very frequently, and his relationship with the emperor's sister is unclear...
However, given the emperor's sister's temperament, this so-called "face-to-face" rumor is probably a deliberately false statement. "
Xu Junling analyzed softly: "But even if it is fake, to be respected by the imperial sister, he must not be a simple person. I didn't expect that this person has such a bad reputation."
Next to her, the maid Lv Shui whispered:
"How can there be many powerful and domineering young masters with good reputations? According to my maid, this man named Zhao just flew out of the henhouse..."
Xu Junling interrupted the maid and said seriously: "Don't underestimate anyone. If what this information says is true, how can a person with such skill not be able to control his temper?" I'm afraid that this so-called infamous reputation is due to this person deliberately tarnishing himself...
He had been dormant for a year, but suddenly gained momentum. Looking at the young talents of Huai River Road, few could match his temperament. "
After a pause, she said with worried eyes:
"It's a pity that this person is at loggerheads with the Jiangnan faction controlled by the Prime Minister. In terms of position, he is not the same person as me in the Huainan Prince's Palace, and may be an obstacle...
However, if it's the other way around, if the imperial sister can really sit on the throne, this person is worth making friends with, but we have to worry about Li Yinglong's attitude..."
As she talked, she had already imagined a lot of future scenarios in her mind.
The maid whispered: "Princess, you are thinking too far again. How can you judge this person just based on written words? It may not be a puppet thrown by His Majesty."
Xu Junling laughed at himself: "I think too much, hearing is false and seeing is believing. I can only wait until I come to Beijing to see."
After closing the book, the princess closed her eyes and rested her mind.
In the autumn wind, the carriage rolled over the ruts and gradually approached the distant capital.
And on the other side of the rut.
Behind the convoy, there was a warrior walking on foot.
He is about 20 years old and has messy hair.
Wearing linen clothes, wearing straw sandals, carrying a bag on his back, and hanging a gourd filled with water around his waist.
There were no swords or other weapons in his hands, only a hemp rope belt that had been torn with his hands. On the other end, there was a rather good-looking ax randomly stuffed into the gap between the waist and ribs.
He doesn't have the air of a strong man at all, more like a woodcutter cutting wood in the mountains. The woodcutter strode forward, his mud-stained toes stretching his straw sandals as if they were about to split.
Although the pace seems slow, he can steadily follow the team.
No matter whether the carriage is fast or slow, the distance between them is neither closer nor farther away.
Chai Keqiao, whose face was sunburned and red, raised his head and put up a small "tent" with his right hand in front of his eyebrows. His sight seemed to span the mountains and seas.
Eyes looking forward: "God of War, what is this scene again?"
The carriage is in front and the warrior is behind.
One reads thousands of books, the other travels thousands of miles.
In this autumn, the monks from the Nine Paths and Eighteen Palaces of Dayu were all attracted by the once-in-a-century competition between Buddhism and Taoism.
Zhao Duan, who was lazy at home, sneezed inexplicably, rubbed his nose, and muttered:
"Who's talking about me?"
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In the next few days, everyone in the court was digesting the aftermath of Wang Heng's downfall.
A sealed letter was sent to various places in Dayu, including the Palace of Prince Jing who paid a heavy price.
It's a pity that no one knows what the expression of "Prince Jing", who occupies Jiancheng Road and ranks first among the eight kings, is.
In the court hall, all the officials were trembling with fear, waiting for the empress' cruel liquidation.
But to everyone's surprise, the empress ordered only the confirmed traitors to be punished without any implication.
The "amnesty" that followed caused a subtle change in the swaying temple atmosphere.
No one knows the pros and cons of this move.
But as a member of the Kuangfu Society stationed at the Bafang Theater, Wu Ling felt the coolness of autumn.
When he contacted his companion again, the other party only gave two words:
"Hibernating."
Kuang Fushe and the royal spies were beaten one after another, and the ensuing Buddhist and Taoist fighting was like a "truce" signal, causing all parties to suspend their actions.
Even if he is against the party, he does not want to make any trouble in the capital at this juncture and offend the gods of the two sects at the same time.
Only the "aftertaste" of some events is slowly rippling in the lake in the capital.
For example, the "young master" who was stripped of his official robe quietly returned to the Shenji Camp, as if he was a new person.
For example, the voices criticizing Zhao Duan in the military gradually disappeared, and under the guidance of the Privy Council, many voices of admiration gradually appeared.
For example, one day, Chen Huoshen, the chief officer of the Firearms Bureau, received a design idea for a "flintlock" sent by Zhao Duan.
I was so happy and excited that I stayed up all night. It is said that I fell asleep holding the simple drawing.
For another example, Jin Jian and Gongshu Tianyuan appear less and less frequently, and the bells of Tianshi Mansion are ringing later and later every day.
The same goes for Shenlong Temple.
As the days passed, there were more and more unfamiliar faces in the capital. Many of them were practitioners from all over the place who came to join in the fun and watch the battle.
Who wouldn’t want to see such excitement once in a century?
However, unlike the streets, there are more and more discussions about Buddhism and Taoism.
Zhao Duan just wanted to sleep.
"It's a cool autumn day..."
In the early morning of this day, Zhao Duan woke up wrapped in quilt and sighed sleepily.
(End of chapter)